REAL

Texting? Voicemail?
What happened to speech?
Face to face conversation?

I feel as if the only connections, relationships that I have
Are with my phone

Everything feels one sided

Miscommunication, assumption, interpretation
The tone of voice cannot be conveyed through text

So I now question my writing as a whole
Do others truly understand the underlying meaning in my words?
My feelings? My journey?

Too deep? Not deep enough?
Too wierd?

I question myself
Hoping that when read, the messages gets through

What will others take from my pieces?
Will I inspire? Will they feel?

Your thoughts on my representations
Fuel the flames trapped here within

Are we existent, on the same page?
Or am I only learning I've gone mad?

I can't stop these words from flowing
I'm overthinking?
I suppose

I become a story, adult or children's
laced in poetry or prose

Why can't I just speak plainly
Of my emotions
I've no clue

I'm as a puzzle
Missing pieces

Wanting completion
A riddle, clue

So I sit and write these daily
Pull these feelings from my core
Losing sometimes, my direction
Speaking, always metaphor

Then I find sometimes I rhyme them
Not on purpose, I don't plan
By and by, they're made up on the fly
My own mind can't understand

Sometimes I simply trail off
Perhaps a fluke? Or not at all?
I conclude, this is my style
It is raw, untouched


And REAL

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

I become a story, adult or children's, it should be:
I became a story, adult or children's. Other than that, I agree with the first part of the social media usage and how we don't interact with people in person very much anymore. Great poem, I loved reading it. :)

[Leviathus Fortes]

I feel that each time I sit down, each time that I am in that zone, I become that piece of writing.

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

It's really good, it puts the image in the readers mind. Very well done.